A Touch of Sweetness (Finnick Norton and Vivian William) novel Chapter 1501

Never Late, Never Away Chapter 1501

Mrs. Watts nudged her husband, who had been awfully silent the whole time.

However, Mr. Watts only nodded in response.

“Don’t mind him, Larry. He’s a man of few words,” Mrs. Watts tried to diffuse the awkwardness caused by her husband’s actions.

“It’s okay, Mr. Watts, I understand.” Larry flashed a controlled smile.

Although Joan’s mom took to me immediately, I still have my work cut out for me. It won’t be easy to get her dad’s acceptance, it seems.

Larry leaned into the sofa, pondering his next move.

“Alright then, you guys have a nice chat while I prepare dinner.” With that, Mrs. Watts turned and started walking in the direction of the kitchen.

However, in the next moment, she said with a fond look, “Joan, why don’t you help me out, hmm?”

“Okay, Mom.” Joan stood up and left for the kitchen.

At this, Mr. Watts rose to his feet and instructed, “let’s head to the study.”

Larry nodded before following Mr. Watts into the study and shutting the door.

Worry nipped at Joan’s chest as she peeked in the direction of the study. She wasn’t sure what her father had in mind for Larry, but she could only pray for the best.

Meanwhile, Mrs. Watts’ eyes glimmered with excitement once her daughter entered the kitchen. She hurriedly asked, “Joan, tell me about Larry. He doesn’t seem like some random guy.”

“Well… Larry’s the president of Norton Corporation,” Joan admitted nervously.

“Norton Corporation? Isn’t that the most dominant company in Marsingfill?”

Mrs. Watts had never cared about such things, but even she knew about the renowned Norton Corporation.

“Yeah, that’s the one.”

“He proposed?” Mrs. Watts perked up at this. “Oh my God, that’s great news! There are no objections from me. I’m so pleased!”

Joan beamed at her mother’s approval, but still couldn’t help but raise her doubts. “But Mom… I don’t think Dad is fond of Larry. What do I do?”

Mrs. Watts sighed, “I understand. I know how stubborn and foul-tempered your dad can get when his mind is set on something. However, I think he’s just messing with Larry because he’s sad to see his little girl leave her nest. So, there’s really nothing to be worried about.”

Despite her mother’s comforting words, Joan couldn’t help but still feel worried, if not worse.

Nonetheless, Joan and Mrs. Watts worked swiftly on preparing dinner. It didn’t take long before they had plated their dishes and set the table.

“Darling! Larry! Dinner’s ready,” Mrs. Watts called out to the study as she placed the last dish on the table.

“Coming,” Mr. Watt’s voice sounded.

He then paced over to the dining room with a wide grin on his face as he chuckled heartily, “Come along, Larry, let’s have a drink.”